about the CosmoS

over nd overandover nd overnd over andover

Fetishize Our Fall From Grace

yre in his dms his blood is on my hands we rr not the same

we know what we R

as long as it lasts

if the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite

IWantMoreOfEverything

shit's about to change, mother!

¡¡noʎ ǝɯɐʇ ɯǝɥʇ ʇǝl ʇ,uop

Succubus Sleeping in the Womb of my Computer System

there's a night without a moon, it comes just for you

i won't share you

beat him until he scars in geometric patterns

You cannot use butterfly language to communicate with caterpillars

I Always Knew You Would Find Me

take my name out of your mouth, you don't deserve to mourn

memories are an aphrodisiac

sunrise on saturn

Mass Murder In Paradise